Come Hear My Song
I live to sing, is that strange?
Every night I go to the cabernet
And sing to my faithful friends.
I don’t earn much money
But I eat and drink a lot.
I love to tell them about me,
A blue-eyed girl with blonde hair.
I sing songs from other hits,
But I sing of myself too.
Now, ain’t that’s sweet?
Everyone looks at me,
Everyone loves me.
I can sing high,
I can sing low
But I am getting bored now.
For I need more money.
Do you know any billionaires?
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